These are the glory days of summer. We spend long evenings sitting on our terrace, telling each other about the books we’re reading (him: the brain, and scrum theory, me: Abraham commentaries and young adult novels). I drink home made ice coffees with coffee ice cubes (thank you pinterest) and he has a German beer…
Yesterday afternoon I messaged Rasmus at work. He was about to go into a meeting – “I have two minutes” he said. “Ok”, I replied, “It’s just a quick question: want to meet me for ice cream after work?” I don’t think Rasmus ever turns down ice cream. I met him at his office and…
We walked up the dusty path, stones and dirt getting into my sandals, one hand holding my long skirt above my ankles to try and prevent it caking in dirt. A small grubby hand caught mine as it swung by my side and I looked down to see a shy smile tossed up in my…
And then there were the babies. January this year was a hard month for me, as I marked the due date I would have had if I hadn’t miscarried my baby six months earlier. It was in that hard place that I got an email that made my heart jump. The new baby unit had…
This month began in the beauty of Burundi, took us through the heat and life of Uganda, and brought us home to Luxembourg. It’s been a month of intense beauty and a month of painful brokenness. And isn’t that just the way of the world? I’ve given up trying to categorise or theologise (making up…
I put my head around the door of the church and said hi to the small group of women gathered there. Rasmus had gone back to the house to rest, and Rob was in a meeting so he suggested I come in here and meet the women involved in the church’s Women’s Ministry. Six women…
